There is a door
down a long
white
hallway
lilting ghosts
of linen
lights
in line
leading lights
from above
drowning
dreamy
down
the long white hall
fits like a glove
down
to the dark door
that waits
for you
infinitely
or until the time
comes
whichever
is
sooner
and we all have
a door
and
a hall
with white
walls
waiting
and
there
are all of my
creatures
the ones that
have gone
ahead
before
me
and wait
in the white
light
for me
to follow
reunited
again
A brief moment
a flash in my eye and
for a moment
i pause
a lone man staring
from the cold window
of the factory bathroom
late night
snowing
blustering across
the empty lot below
by the graveyard
a car spins through
the whitewashed pavement
under the lights
and slides in next to another
the lonely car
in the lot
by the graveyard
they sit in silences
these two cars
one of red
and one of blue
so it feels like you
but seems like two
a lovers tryst?
a night cap capped
or old friends
a day trip
and a stashed device
to get one home…
all alone
in the lot beside the graveyard
Sometimes you have to stop
and take in
life
in the
moment
my reflection
also watching itself
in the glass
watching
the empty lot
by the graveyard
a moment cast
in looking glass
a frozen lake
a freezing evening
they called for a storm watch
but mine were
already here
lately
I am burning
from loss
and failure
failing health
and failing flailing
that writhes
while falling
i’ve never been this close
to the sharp edge calling
and i work with tools
every day
but not this way
a brief repose
a heart not beating
skipping from the
longing
for a friends soft breathing
that timed with his
each night and day
now gone away
(in the dark
all cats are grey
but he was not)
Now this parking lot
that rests by graveyard
and i am frozen
in this mundane
ask me not
for what i am grieving
just know that love
has gone away
if in the dark
my hopelessnedd breeding
should grow to monsters
so i’d stay away
i’m in the woods
you cannot reach me
i’m in a moment
i’m in the grey
it won’t be long
for life keeps beating
my footsteps will echo
the path again
but for a moment
i am frozen
and the storm watch
comes to fruition
and i can not come out to play
i’m in my feelings
i’m in this darkness
i’m watching strangers
from the distance
by the graveyard
i’m not here
i’m
not ok
grief is sometimes brief
but sometimes lasts forever
and it hits me like a feather
i will never get over this
